Page 78 of Devoted

Her hands came up to rest on my shoulders, fingers pressing deep into tensing muscle, then the bite of nails when I traced the edge of her jawline with the tip of my tongue.

“There will be a day, Emberline, where we wake up in the morning, and we will have nowhere to be. No one to fight. I will feed you breakfast in bed and make love to you all day, and in the evening, we’ll sit by the water and watch the sun go down, then we’ll do it all over again the next day.”

“Gods, that sounds impossibly good.” She stared up at me through hooded eyes, long, dark lashes practically threaded together.

Lowering my head, I fastened my mouth over her collarbone, savoring the feel of soft, velvety skin against my tongue as I skimmed my fingers between her legs, finding nothing but slick, wet heat. My cock pulsed, trapped behind my zipper, aching to be thrust inside her.

All I smelled was sweet and citrus as my fingers stroked deep inside her cunt, the silky feel of her against my fingertips nearly making me spill. I grit my teeth against the urge, pulled my fingers out, and stuffed them in my mouth, licking frantically to get every drop.

I rose with a growl, ripping my pants open before I remembered this was a dream and I could just…

I was naked, shadows swirling away as I crawled up over Emberline, settling my weight over her, lining my cock up with her glistening entrance. She was swollen, juices coating the insides of her thighs and the smell… the fucking smell… A sound built deep in my chest, something primal.

“Gods, you’re so wet.” I dragged the crown of my cock through all that glorious slick, coating myself in her until I was weeping. “I have to get inside you. I can’t wait.”

“I’m right here,” she urged, hips bucking. “I want to feel you inside me.”

I thrust all at once, straight into her heated core, tunneling deep into pulsing heat that swallowed me like an iron glove, squeezing tight.

“Fuck.” I dropped my head and braced a hand beside her head, staring down into those dark eyes that threatened to swallow me whole. So beautiful, she broke my damn heart. “I need to…”

I didn’t get another word out before her legs came up, heels digging into my ass, urging me deeper.

Or faster.

Or both.

I slammed deeper, harder, faster, coating myself in all her delicious slickness, sharp heat and bright pressure building at the base of my spine as Ember moved with me. Then I lost myself, one hand gripping her hip so I could angle mine, hitting that lovely place inside her over and over until she threw her head back and screamed.

My name.

Five fucking times.

My climax exploded through me, racing up from my balls until I was pulsing inside her tightening core, pumping her full of everything I had. Take it, I thought to myself. Take every drop. Let me fill you up with life, as you’ve done to me.

“Gods. You fucking wreck me,” I murmured against her ear before shifting my weight, dropping next to her so the length of our bodies touched. “I mean that in the nicest of ways,” I added, cradling her head to my chest, a lazy sedation turning my bones to lead.

“Now go to sleep, because when we wake up, we’re doing this all over again.”

“I do hope I’m not interrupting.” Blackwood strolled into my illusion as if he belonged here, the walls knitting back together behind him like the backdrop of a play as the air stalled in my lungs.

It took me a moment to get my bearings.

To remind myself he wasn’t really here, that he was an illusion, too.

Even so, the bastard’s foul power throbbed like a curse, blood hierarchy making my body instantly bow. Not only because he’d sired me, but the thousand-plus years he’d walked this earth.

Fear flashed. How did this bastard keep finding me?

But… I reminded myself he wasn’t real in here. This was my dream, my realm, the place where my power was absolute.

I threw my feet over the edge of the bed and pulled the silk blanket over my sleeping princess, lashes dark crescents against her pale cheeks. This was the safest place for her, nestled into my bed.

“Whatever the fuck this is, we’re not doing this here.” I conjured up pants from the shadows because I wasn’t talking to this asshole with my cock hanging out. Stalking out of the bedroom, I waved my hand, changing the setting to an austere room with nothing but two wooden chairs and a stone floor.

“Now. What do you want?”

Those cold, dead eyes skimmed over me, from the dragon branded into my chest to the scars peppering my body; my father took inventory, a vein throbbing in his pale temple.